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Archive name: roswell.txt (gay dreams, TV-parody)
Authors name: Mark Smiddy (marks@apex.net)
Story title : Roswell: Max's Dream

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Roswell: Max's Dream (gay dreams, TV-parody)
by Mark Smiddy (marks@apex.net)

***

Roswell and its characters are copyrights of Warner 
Brother Studios and based on original characters created 
by Melinda Metz. No copyright infringement is implied or 
intended. This is a work of fiction and does not suggest 
the actual sexual orientation of the characters or the 
actors that portray them.


Max stood in the shower letting the hot streams of water 
pelt across his broad shoulders, over the swell of his 
chest, down the flat plane of his stomach before it 
cascaded into the dark patch of his pubic hair. He closed 
his eyes and lost himself in the sensation of the warm 
water as it caressed his skin, arousing him as it ran in 
rivulets down the shaft of his swelling penis.

The night before was a jumble of confusing images, Kyle, 
Liz, a glowing heart with his and Liz's initials. He 
shook his head trying to clear it and turned to face the 
stream of the shower. Suddenly he felt someone behind him 
but before he could turn around the stranger placed 
strong but gentle hands on his shoulders and began to 
knead the knotted muscles beneath his wet skin. Max gave 
in to the sensation of the stranger's hands as they moved 
lower massaging their way down his spine. Then the 
stranger was cupping his ass squeezing the flesh between 
his nimble fingers and Max felt himself come to a full 
erection and moaned.

Without breaking touch with his skin Max felt the 
stranger move in front of him and begin to caress his 
chest pausing to run his thumbs over Max's sensitive 
nipples before moving lower. Max tried to open his eyes 
to see who the stranger was but found he couldn't open 
his eyes. But he could still feel the stranger as he 
began to kiss the slick skin of his stomach moving lower 
and lower until Max felt gentle lips pressing against the 
base of his stiff cock.

Max gasped as he felt the strangers hot, wet tongue snake 
out and lap at his hairless ball sac, moving up to the 
base of his erection, licking slowly up the underside of 
his dick. Another groan escaped Max's lips as he felt the 
stranger's mouth engulf him, sliding slowly down taking 
his cock deeper into his mouth.

The stranger's movements started out slow, his mouth 
moving from the tip of Max's cock down the shaft 
swallowing and sucking as he went until he reached the 
base, then moving back just as slowly to the tip.

All the while Max could feel the stranger's hands gently 
squeezing the flesh of his ass between his hands as he 
continued to suck Max's throbbing cock.

The stranger began to move faster, lunging forward and 
swallowing him in hungry gulps pulling back then lunging 
forward again. Max entwined his fingers in the stranger's 
hair as he felt himself being drawn closer and closer to 
climax. Seeming to sense Max's urgency the stranger's 
movements became even wilder and he began to thrust Max's 
slick cock into his mouth in faster and stronger lunges 
until Max rose on the tips of his toes and let out a loud 
groan.

Max clutched the stranger's head tighter holding his face 
close to his crotch burying his cock deep in his mouth as 
he began to shoot jet after jet of cum into the 
stranger's sucking mouth.

Slowly Max felt himself coming back to reality and 
suddenly found he could open his eyes. Eager to see who 
had given him so much pleasure he looked down but in the 
steam clouds of the shower all he could see was the top 
of the stranger's head. Through the rolling clouds of 
white Max saw that the stranger's hair was jet black in 
color but that was all he could see.

The alarm clock's buzz broke into the steamy air of the 
shower and Max tried to ignore it, he wanted to bend down 
and look the stranger in the face, to see who he 
was...but the alarm kept blaring louder and louder. 
Suddenly Max jumped and was surprised to find himself 
still in bed.

He'd been dreaming he realized as he hit the shut off 
button of the alarm silencing it at last. But it had 
seemed so real, the shower, the black haired stranger, 
his climax. Max grimaced as he realized that the climax 
had indeed been real, the sheets clung damply to his 
slick stomach, and with a sigh he peeled back the wet 
sheet and swung his legs so that he sat on the side of 
the bed.

Later after his shower Max sat eating a bowl of cereal 
while across the table Isabelle did the same.

Isabelle's blue eyes met his across the top of the Corn 
Flakes box, "Did you have a nightmare last night?" she 
asked.

Max's dark eyes met his sister's gaze, "Why?"

Isabelle smiled, "Because you woke up the neighbor's dog 
moaning and
groaning. So what was it about?"

Max felt his face flush red with embarrassment, "Come 
on!" he said standing up from the table, "We're going to 
be late for school."

Isabelle rolled her eyes and shook her head in confusion, 
"Whatever, Max."


Over the next few days as Max and Isabelle struggled to 
help a reluctant Michael break away from his abusive 
foster father the dreams continued almost nightly.

It was always the same: Max found himself in the shower 
with the stranger coming up behind him, massaging his 
shoulders and back. Then the stranger would move in front 
of him and bring Max to a moaning climax with his mouth.

Max lay awake deliberating over how he felt about 
everything, trying to untangle his emotions from his 
suddenly overactive sex drive. He knew that the instances 
between he and Michael had been nothing more than sheer 
lust breaking out and knew he could probably resist that 
happening again. Then there was what happened in the 
alley on Valentine's Day night with Kyle that had been 
because he was drunk. That left Liz and this black haired 
stranger in his dreams.

Could I really be gay? Max wondered and the thought 
nearly drove him into a panic. Wasn't it bad enough that 
he was an alien, or was he going to be burdened even more 
with being gay as well?

Max finally decided there was only one way to find out. 
He would have to sleep with Liz. That would prove once 
and for all if he were gay or straight. Wouldn't it?

Max Evan's felt himself being pulled further away from 
Earth drifting upward toward the star studded night sky 
above him, leaving the dark desert floor of Roswell 
behind him. He moved past the pale gray cratered surface 
of the moon in the blink of an eye, beginning to move 
faster and faster as he headed toward the edge of the 
solar system streaking past the other planets and out 
into the galaxy beyond.

The stars streaked past like streaming comets trailing 
their light behind them as he hurtled faster and faster 
into the vast blackness. Then without warning he suddenly 
found himself streaking toward another star that grew 
quickly into the bright orb of a sun around which other 
planets circled, 'This is my home,' Max realized with a 
surge of excitement, 'one of those planets must be my 
world.'

It was then that the universe began to recede as quickly 
as he'd arrived, he clawed at the emptiness around him 
trying to stay, desperately wanting to see which of the 
spinning planets just ahead was home. "No! I have to 
see!!" he cried out to whatever force was pulling him 
back sending him hurtling backward through space. He felt 
hot tears of frustration spring to his eyes as he watched 
the sun before him shrink away until it was only a 
pinpoint of light indistinguishable among the millions of 
others around him.

"Max!" he heard a familiar voice call out.

With a start Max felt himself pulled with frightening 
speed back to Earth, he tried to brace himself for the 
impact as he saw the desert floor streaking up at him.

"Max, get up we're going to be late!" he heard Isabelle 
calling out.

Just before he slammed into the rocky desert floor his 
eyes flew open
and he realized he was lying in his own bed in a tangle 
of sweat soaked sheets. He opened his mouth to call out 
to Isabelle wanting to tell her what he'd just seen when 
he realized that not all of the dampness in the sheets 
was sweat. Lying naked on his back he saw that his 
stomach and chest were splashed with still warm pools of 
cum. With the realization that he'd just had an orgasm he 
suddenly recalled the rest of the dream.

He'd been alone in the shower at school, standing naked 
under the hot jets of water from the showerhead when he'd 
felt the presence of the dark haired stranger again. The 
man had moved up behind him and gently slid his arms 
around Max's torso, then with open palms the stranger had 
let his hands move down over Max's chest brushing slowly 
over his nipples causing them to harden. From there the 
dream had grown more and more erotic and intense until 
Max and the dark haired stranger were locked in a 
feverish embrace with the man finally bringing Max to 
orgasm. It was at the very instant that Max had started 
to cum when he'd felt himself being hurled into space.

"I'm up!" he called out to Isabelle not wanting her to 
come into his room and find him in the midst of the 
results of his latest wet dream. He kicked aside the damp 
sheets and stood up to stretch before heading into the 
bathroom to shower. He quickly lathered and rinsed his 
body washing away the evidence of his nighttime 
encounter, his mind puzzling over the events of the past 
few days. 

He'd tried to make love to Liz the night before hoping 
that in doing so she would see more of the visions of his 
home planet and to prove to himself that he wasn't gay 
but in the end he found he simply couldn't go through 
with it. But they had discovered another important piece 
of the puzzle, the strange glowing orb with the familiar 
yet strange markings. He'd asked Liz not to tell anyone 
about their discovery until he'd had time to think things 
over.

Of course after having been out all night the night 
before with Liz and having both their parents waiting up 
for them the next day had insured he'd have plenty of 
time to think, he was grounded now for the next two 
weeks. Not only that but Liz's parents had forbidden her 
to have any contact with him what so ever. Max hated that 
Liz had become so involved in his life and seemed to get 
nothing in return but more pain and confusion and he 
hated it even more that he was the source of it. He shook 
himself out of the regretful chain of thinking as he 
toweled himself dry and instead turned his thoughts to 
the dark haired stranger, the dreams and the orb.

Last night for the first time the stranger had spoken to 
Max in his dreams and he struggled to recall what it was 
the man had said when Max had asked him his name. As Max 
quickly pulled on his jeans it came to him, the man had 
said his name was Jason.


Over eleven hundred miles away Jason Stiller sat staring 
intently at his computer screen at a photo of the 
television star and producer Jonathan Frakes. The caption 
of the photo read "Roswell Celebrates Crash Anniversary." 
Jason's dark eyes moved from the familiar face of 
Jonathan to the young man standing beside him, a dark 
haired youth with piercing eyes. With a few quick strokes 
of the keys Jason launched a search for Roswell and the 
related article for the photo. After a few moments the 
full article appeared on the screen and Jason quickly 
scanned the printed words for the name of the youth in 
the photo. "Max Evans," he read aloud.


Max suffered through his classes at school; the hours 
seemed to drag by at an agonizing pace while the teachers 
droned on and on. But finally the bell rang for the last 
time and he hurried out to the parking lot and into the 
jeep. Isabelle and Michael followed close behind and he 
waited impatiently for them to get into the vehicle. He 
drove quickly through town and they dropped Michael off 
at his new apartment before heading home.

"You're awfully quiet today." Isabel observed.

"Just a lot on my mind at the moment," Max answered doing 
his best to
keep his voice neutral, knowing that Isabelle would pick 
up instantly on the slightest change in his tone.

Isabelle fixed her dark haired brother with a penetrating 
look. "Does it have anything to do with what happened 
between you and Liz the night you didn't come home?"

Max pondered what to say, he didn't want to lie any more 
than he had to especially not to Isabelle, but he 
couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth. Besides 
even if he wanted to tell her what would he say? "Nothing 
happened between Liz and I and probably never will. In 
fact I think I may be gay because I keep having wet 
dreams about a guy named Jason." Yeah right! Max sighed 
and looked over at his sister, "Its nothing really, just 
thinking," he said in tone he hoped was casual.

Isabel continued to gaze at her brother for another 
moment before she sighed, "Okay," and turned back to face 
forward again. He's not telling me the truth, she thought 
to herself but she knew better than to push when it came 
to getting Max to talk about something he wasn't ready to 
talk about.

The rest of the ride home was silent and Max kept turning 
over thoughts of the dark haired man named Jason and 
trying to piece together how he fit into puzzle of where 
Max was really from. Maybe the guy has something to do 
with the orb Liz and I found, he wondered, but what did 
he have to do with the visions I keep having when the two 
of us have sex in my dreams? Max decided there was only 
one thing to do. He'd have to sleep on it and hope that 
maybe he'd find out more in his dreams.


Jason Stiller sat in the small studio behind the home he 
shared with his father and nephew staring up at the 
canvas before him. The image he'd drawn in pastels was of 
the dark haired Max Evans standing in a desert setting 
with a multi hued cliff rising behind him. Jeff moved 
closer and using quick sure strokes drew a set of symbols 
onto the cliff face directly behind Max.

He stepped back from the canvas again trying to see the 
picture as a whole when the phone rang, "Hello," he 
answered on the second ring.

"Hey, whatcha know?" came the familiar voice of Jason's 
friend Mark. "Still hard at it?"

"Yeah, I've been working on it all day," Jason replied 
setting aside the stick of pastel as he made himself 
comfortable on a nearby stool. "I just can't seem to get 
this guy out of my head, and I don't think it's a 
coincidence that he's the same guy I've been having wet 
dreams about. I mean what are the chances that you dream 
about someone and then see their picture on the net?"

Mark laughed, "Oh, I don't know I have wet dreams about 
Ryan Phillippe all the time and his pictures are all over 
the net."

Jason rolled his eyes and smiled, "You really are a smart 
ass sometimes."

"Yep!" Mark replied, "But you still worship the quicksand 
I walk on."

 "Did I tell you I found out what his name is and where 
he's from?"
Jason asked choosing to ignore Mark's ribbing.

"No, you didn't tell me that." Mark answered, "So who is 
this mystery man and where is he from?"

"His name is Max Evans and he lives in Roswell, New 
Mexico." Jason replied letting his gaze move back to the 
canvas and the image of Max.

"Roswell, New Mexico?" Mark repeated, "Please don't tell 
me he's into UFOs and all that conspiracy mumbo jumbo."

Jason shook his head, "I don't know, the article really 
didn't say much about him." Jason's eyes wandered to meet 
the hazel colored gaze of Max's image. "I think I may 
have to make a road trip soon, you want to go out west 
with me?"

Mark laughed, "If I didn't know better I'd think you were 
serious."

Jason continued to look into Max's dark lashed framed 
eyes, "I don't
think I am kidding Mark."

Still joking Mark replied, "Okay, it's official, you're 
starting to scare me."


Max lay in bed with the sheet only pulled up to his 
waist, the room was too warm but he couldn't sleep with 
nothing on him so he compromised. He glanced at the 
digital clock on the nightstand; pale blue numbers gave 
the time as 11:45pm. I've got to get to sleep, Max 
thought and he closed his eyes trying to will himself to 
sleep.

He didn't know how long he'd been lying there with his 
eyes closed but he suddenly felt the presence of someone 
else in the room with him and he slowly opened his eyes.

Jason stood at the foot of his bed with the dim light 
from the window playing across his goateed face, his dark 
eyes seemed to bore into Max's. Max felt that somehow 
Jason could actually see into his soul and the thought 
both scared and calmed him at the same time. He opened 
his mouth to ask Jason what he wanted but found he 
couldn't speak so he watched wordlessly as Jason moved to 
the side of the bed and leaned down to place his mouth 
over his.

Max felt the soft black hairs of Jason's goatee as they 
brushed against his chin just before he felt Jason's lips 
close over his. Max immediately opened his mouth to 
accept Jason's tongue as it slid over his lips, past his 
slightly parted teeth and into his mouth, meeting Jason's 
tongue with his own. As the kiss deepened and their 
tongues continued to dance and twine around each other 
Max felt the mattress give slightly as Jason slid into 
bed beside him.

Max sighed as he felt Jason's body move next to his and 
he raised his hips as Jason's fingers slipped beneath the 
waistband of his boxers and slowly pushed them down and 
off. He was already hard and he could feel Jason's cock 
swelling against his thigh as he moved closer.

Jason pulled away from Max's lips and began to kiss his 
way downward, pausing to nibble slightly at the hollow of 
Max's throat. Then he moved his kisses down to Max's 
broad hairless chest, kissing one dark nipple then the 
other.

Max sighed and squirmed as Jason's lips closed over his 
right nipple sucking it into his mouth, flicking the tip 
with his tongue. He let his fingers wrap themselves in 
Jason's thick black hair holding his sucking mouth 
tighter against his nipple. When he couldn't stand the 
sensations any longer he pulled Jason's hot mouth from 
his right nipple and pushed his head toward his left 
nipple.

Jason's tongue snaked across Max's chest searching for 
the boy's other nipple letting himself be guided by Max's 
hands tangled in his hair. At last he found the dark 
circle and sucked the nub into his mouth letting his 
teeth graze lightly across the dark flesh.

Max moaned as Jason continued to suck hungrily at his 
nipples, the sensations caused him to drive his hips 
upward thrusting his stiff cock against Jason's furry 
abdomen in harder and faster thrusts.

Jason pulled away from Max's smooth chest and began to 
lick his way slowly down the youth's stomach heading for 
his throbbing thrusting cock. He moved over the ridged 
muscles of his stomach until he felt the tip of Max's 
dick press upward against his chin, then in one swift 
move he swallowed its entire eight inch length.

A loud moan escaped Max's lips as he felt his cock sucked 
into the hot wet confines of Jason's mouth and he thrust 
his hips upward until he felt Jason's nose pressing into 
his pubic bush and his chin pressing against his balls. 
He tightened his fingers in Jason's hair and began to 
hump his hips furiously driving his aching cock in and 
out of Jason's constantly sucking mouth.

Suddenly Max felt the mattress shift again as Jason still 
sucking on his cock maneuvered his body until he was in a 
sitting position between Max's legs. Max started to 
protest when he realized what Jason wanted but before he 
could form the words he felt the broad head of Jason's 
swollen cock press its way between the cheeks of his ass 
aiming for his puckered hole.

Using his right hand Jason guided his stiff cock between 
Max's clenched cheeks pressing his slick cockhead against 
the boy's tight hole while he continued to suck hungrily 
on Max's cock.

Max tried to hold himself tight against Jason's blunt 
dick but Jason continued to press forward until Max felt 
his ass open slowly to accept Jason's hard shaft. With a 
grunt of pain he felt Jason's flared head spear past his 
muscles spreading him wider as the shaft of Jason's cock 
followed.

At last Jason felt his cock sink all the way into Max's 
hot ass and he began to pump his hips driving it in and 
out while he continued sucking on Max's dick.

As Jason drove himself deeper and harder into his ass, 
Max began thrusting his hips to meet Jason thrust for 
thrust, driving his own cock in and out of Jason's hungry 
mouth as he rode Jason's thick tool.

Jason felt Max suddenly tense up and he prepared himself 
for the load Max began to pump into his mouth as the boy 
sank down all the way onto his cock. He swallowed again 
and again as Max's thick hot cum jetted from his pulsing 
dick.

Just as it had happened on the night before, at the 
instant Max began to cum he felt himself being pulled 
upward and into space. Tonight he was eager to allow it, 
hoping that maybe this night he would actually see his 
home planet. But just as he was drifting upward he 
realized that Jason hadn't climaxed yet and after the 
pleasure Jason had just given him it didn't seem right to 
just leave and so with a great effort he willed himself 
back down. Seeing his home world would have to wait for 
another night.

Jason looked up surprised as he felt Max's weight settle 
back onto his cock; he looked up into Max's face.

Max looked back into the dark eyes staring at him and he 
smiled, "Tonight we both cum," he said.

Jason smiled back and kissed Max's inner thigh gently.

Max continued to smile as he began to move his hips back 
and forth
slowly then faster, riding Jason's stiff rod until he 
felt Jason tense beneath him.

Jason moaned loudly as his cock jumped and spas med 
inside Max's tight ass pumping it full of cum until they 
both lay panting and sweating on the tangled sheets.

Still joined to Jason, Max felt himself beginning to 
drift off to sleep but before he did he rose up and 
kissed him gently on the mouth.


The next morning Jason woke up to find his stomach and 
chest hairs matted with sperm.

A thousand miles away Max woke up to the find the same 
thing.

END

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